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He seeive her roo bliss, shall we?"

"Yes, please," she said, pulling the door shut behind her and then locking it "Where is Royce?"

"Blake took hie forthe walls with pre-wedding jitters"

They started the walk to the stairs and she wondered what it would be like to have siblings that cah for you like Luke did "I owe Blake a few thank yous it seeun alht"

"I’ve gathered fro around hier," he said "He’s an adrenaline junkie since Sara died, trying to feel so aside from pain"

She cast him a sideways look as he held open a door to the private parking area to their building, which was a rare find in Manhattan "You’re really worried about hi with a bo to explode, it’s just a matter of when and how badly, which is exactly what he thinks about the Elizabeth Moore situation" He clicked the lock on his Black Dodge Rah" He opened the door

"Does that ?"

"Elizabeth Moore ending up dead after she threatened her husband is plenty in ing around We’ll knowher everything "If Blake is a bomb certain to explode on a scale of 1-10, where does he rank?"

"Seven on a good day Nine on the other 364"

"And this situation?"

His expression reed, emotionless, but the several seconds of hesitation was al as his answer "Eleven"

They pulled up to the cemetery only twenty usting, and the sky gray and threatening Julie had never been to a cemetery before She hadn’t even been to a funeral She had no real family, so it was one dark spot in life she’d really never faced Dread clawed in her stoht of the tombstones

Luke pulled the truck to a stop behind a line of parked cars and Julie could see the tent across the terrain Guilt twisted in her gut Why hadn’t she called the police? Because you had nothing to offer them, she reminded herself